My father retired from service in 75. His dream job ( after the service) was to be a diesel mechanic and he did it for 22 years. I watched him as he would trouble shoot an engine. He'd walk up and touch the block as it was running, he'd listen, he'd turn around and tell you what valve or rod in what cylinder was shot. The man was a God, and I was ten.
He learned it from his dad. I learned it from mine. It gave me passion. It wasn't diesel, it was industrial. I worked the mines, mills, extrusion, manufacturing.
Yea the pay wasn't the best, (above average) I could survive and give my family what they needed and sometimes what they wanted, but what made it a great career is the passion that was passed for finding and fixing. I really like what I do.
The last job before I wound up here was a contract to refit a poultry processing plant so they could pass a BRC ( British Retail Consortium)
I discussed this with my wife before I took the job. I had 98 days before the inspection. I worked every one of them, 12 and 14 hour days. It came down to the last day, and they past, and I got a very decent bonus. I worked three more weeks and found this job, Now my passion creates.
I chose this career for a reason. I like troubleshooting, just not on a Creeper. I worked for the money no doubt, but when I was a** deep in whatever I was working at the time, It wasn't about the money, it was my passion. ( I don't eat chicken any more either)
If they can't tolerate it or their parents didn't pass it on to them, there isn't enough money. Even if there is, their not going to do a very good job.
In order to be good at this job (or any job), as my dad would say, " Ya gotta Wanna".
Otherwise....................movin on..